CHAPTER TWENTY
The man felt a familiar rising panic.
Stupid, he thought.
Why do I let things like this get to me?
It was only traffic, after all—nothing that truly threatened him.
But the cars ahead were definitely slowing down. The same thing was happening in the lane to his left.
He checked his mirrors. Traffic was already piling up behind him.
His expensive RV was closed in. He had no choice but to stay in line.
He told himself it meant nothing. But just being stuck among these slow-moving vehicles stirred up a primal feeling of claustrophobic helplessness. It was a fear that he’d always found difficult to control.
He could hear Aunt Florence’s voice as clearly as if she were sitting right here beside him …
“Out of sight, out of mind.”
She’d always said to that to him when he
